"Uh! You fellow!" Zhao Ziyang raised his hand, and I didn't even bother to care about him: "Aunt Xilai is here, don't force me to be too presumptuous."
"Me!" Brother Zhao's expression must be said to be wonderful. Yesterday, he experienced my method firsthand. This meeting should also understand that I am not an ordinary kid, but it seems impossible to swallow it so quickly, so this arm It stayed above the horizontal line until Aunt Xilai turned around.
"Xiaoyang, what's the matter with your hand."
"Aunt Xilai, Brother Zhao said that he still has a problem with his arm, and he asked me to help him see it."
I stretched out my hand to grab his hand, Zhao Ziyang's face changed in an instant, this dear friend ran into the living room like a rabbit. Having lost the target of my juggling, I turned my head and faced Aunt Shang Xilai with a faint smile.
"See you scared him."
"Aunt Xilai, it's not my fault."
"You, your mouth is sweet, I will accompany you to visit her grandfather's New Year at noon."
"Oh."
"By the way, I forgot last night. This is your New Year's Eve from Uncle Dong and me."
"Thank you Aunt Xilai."
Of course, I took the big red envelope and thought that this evening, I would not say that I also received two thousand new year olds. The more cheap relatives, the better.
Looking upstairs, Cheng finally dragged down and was "confused". The four children sat in the kitchen to eat breakfast, and the meal was too big. The three boys swept away a large plate of fried bread like hungry ghosts and six. A poached egg, I have always been looking at Xiaojiabiyu-shaped appetite, the scalp tingling.
But Aunt Xilai still said something fair.
"Boys, eating more is not a bad thing when you are growing up."
Before the praise, Duanmucheng was a little complacent, and Zhao Ziyang was a little handsome, so I reached out from the handsome gentleman’s plate and took the last piece of fried bread on the table and put it in my mouth and swallowed it. Use, eat is the kingly way.
Since I snatched a piece of bread from Zhao Ziyang, this kid has been sued seven times.
Mo Xilai, an eyewitness at the crime scene: "Ah, doctor, you are still hungry. Auntie will fry you some more."
Obviously it is biased towards my Duanmuge: "Oh, you told me that the doctor robbed you for food, I said it was good! My Duanmu family's dining table is the battlefield! The power kid I grabbed back for you at dinner, don Tell me you can't even grab him for food!"
Duanmu pillow stared at by his father: "Ah, doctor, this is not right, don't grab it again next time, be good."
Zhuge Lan, who just returned from morning exercises: "My wife is right."
Obviously not sleeping well, Xiao Zhao: "Ah, sister-in-law! Give me one too! I've been hungry for a long time!"
"Bread?" Duan Mudong, who had just ended the mahjong war, turned and looked at the kitchen: "Xilai, give Ziyang another fried bread, a large portion." And the Zhao family master who just got up from the sofa simply said something. His dagger pierced his grandson's heart: "You! What a shame, I lost my home!"
"Little doctor, I think the consequences of antagonizing you are very bad." Seeing Zhao Ziyang squatting in a corner in a daze, Cheng helplessly drank his sour milk, while sitting on a wicker chair I turned my hand in Southern Weekly: "Who said that."
"Little doctor, get ready, and come with me to visit the two grandpas' New Year's greetings later."
Wang, who had finished wearing the belt, stood in front of me. I looked up at a bright red "color". Miss Wang, who was born in the year of her birth, was really happy when she saw it.
"Go there?"
"Of course it's Grandpa's house, Cheng, you also go upstairs and change your clothes!"
Cheng obediently went upstairs. I looked at Zhao Ziyang, who was sitting motionless, a little surprised. Isn't this such a big thing coming
"He? Don't say it, he was also Baihe's Seven Gentlemen at the time. Later, in order to follow him anyway, if he can enter the Bai's house alive in the past few years, I will immediately follow your surname." Duanmuwang who said angrily was obviously a little unhappy For his tragic fate.
"It's a lot of fun." When I heard that I was going to Bai's house, my face became unnatural, and I didn't even think about how I wanted to talk to Bai He. But Duanmuwang solved my problem: "Don't worry, go to Mo's house in the morning, Bai's house in the afternoon, and type your speech on the road. I know you are smart."
Holding my hand away from the balcony, Wang who walked to the living room consciously slowed down, and combined with the sadness of Brother Zhao in the corner, everyone had a tacit understanding of me.
"I said little uncle, where did this and the eldest go?" asked the middle-aged man in a military coat with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey, did I say this is cruising by force." The middle-aged man Yi who was "drawing" the card was smiling and mean.
"Hey, my wife didn't hold my hand like that back then." Middle-aged man C's expression was absolutely compelling.
Master Zhao and Duanmu Zhen's pig liver "color", Duanmu Ge made a big move to me, and it was another five-hundred-hundred-year-old start.
"Hope girl, take care of it, don't you?"
"Grandpa Zeng, are you still afraid that I won't sell him?"
"Actually, we are afraid that you might eat him halfway."
I don't know who snorted, which caused a strange laugh from the uncles.
Satisfied, he looked at his grandfather and said goodbye to Master Zhao, and then took his brother and walked away with me.
Of course, Comrade Xiao Zhao has made preparations, and it seems that today the revolutionary car will inevitably pick up and drop off all the way.
So I got into the car, and when I was still thinking about how to write the first word in the first row of the speech, the car stopped.
"Why stopped?"
Watching Wang and Cheng get out of the car one after another, I was shocked, but Wangsheng was dragged out.
"Here, don't be rude as soon as your boy meets my grandpa."
"Good job."
It was a small western-style building in that format. After Wang Yucheng who opened the door, I entered the lobby and met an acquaintance.
He also recognized me, so under Makoto's strange gaze, the two shook hands and had a friendly conversation.
"Oh, I don't see how the little writer came to the humble house today."
"This earth is really small, my weekly editor-in-chief, can you come in?"
Mo Qiu, the chief editor of Nanfang Weekly, is so gentle and quiet as a little white-faced guy.
"Do you know my uncle?" Sitting on the sofa, he looked at me like an alien.
"You forget that I wrote a novel."
"! What I said!" It suddenly dawned on Mo Qiu that while preparing biscuits, he lent me from Wang's hands to the kitchen. He was famously known as helping to serve tea, but in the end he was still talking about a new chapter with me.
"By the way, little doctor, you wrote really well in this serialization, you kid will continue to write."
"Actually, I didn't write the third part."
"You didn't write it?!"
Mo Qiu's mouth was open and he was able to put down his fists. As soon as I said the general situation, the editor-in-chief was inconvenient to find a table in the kitchen to shoot, but he also looked righteously angry.
"How can this be done! This guy is really good!"
"No, I really admire him to be honest, do you have his address."
"Speaking of the address, I remembered it was from City C." Mo Qiu gave me the address, and I put it in my pocket: "Don't say anything, the original author admitted that his continuation was written, and I think You really can't give up like this halfway."
"What do you mean."